spanish songs in andalucia the shooting sites in the days of? 39. oh, please leave the vendanna open, frederico lorca is dead and gone, bullet holes in the cemetery walls, the black cars of the squardid civil. spanish bombs on the costa rica, i? m flying in on a d.c. io, tonight?

spanish weeks in my disco casino, the freedom fighters died upon the hill, they sang the red flag, they wore the black one, but after they died it was mocking bird hill. back home the buses went up in flashes, the irish tomb was drenched in blood, spanish bombs shatter the hotel, my senorita? s rose was nipped in the bud.

the hillsides ving with? free the people?, or can i hear the echo from the days of? 39? with the trenches full of poets, the ragged army, fixin? bayonets to fight the other line, spanish bombs rock the province, i? m hearing music from another time. spanish bombs on the costa brava, i? m flying in on a d.c. io, tonight.